(Names have been changed, but the story is real :D)
I couldn’t believe my luck when I started dating Heather. I have my attractive attributes, but she was on a different level. She was a pale, petite blonde with blue eyes and glasses, a tight ass and a perky pair of B-cups. I’m not a troll or anything, but when we stood next to each other I think the vibe was more Goldilocks and Papa Bear. I’m big and beardy and burly, with an average (but thicker) cock. But she liked me and I liked her and after some drunken, sloppy making out at a party we dated for a year and a half. She had been religious growing up, come to the city after a crisis of faith and discovered that she liked booze and sex in near equal amounts. I was more than happy to help her find both